Nurse's Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration
Part 15: The Mistake
It was Tuesday morning and Mrs. Masters had just re-entered her office. She locked the door and took a seat at her desk. She glanced at her clock on the wall. Class had just started, and there was no better time to do what she had to do.
She took out her cell phone and searched for a contact, placing the call. It rang three times.
“Hi, Mrs. Bradbury?” There was a pause while the person on the other end confirmed their identity. “It’s Mrs. Masters calling. You wanted me to let you know when we would be moving onto phase two, correct?” Another pause. “It will be today.”
Seth approached the dreaded room five minutes after the lunch bell rang. He had feelings of anxiety as always, knowing he would be naked beyond that door in just minutes. Unsurprisingly, he saw all four aspiring nurses awaiting his arrival as he entered.
Marcy started by saying she wanted to make sure there was no rash caused by having damp boxers the previous week. This was obviously a ploy to get Seth naked, as he, nor any other boy in history, has ever been known to get a rash from a little pre-ejaculate in his boxers. Compliantly though, he stripped off his light blue jeans and plain white t-shirt that he had been wearing throughout the morning.
“Socks too,” Clementine reminded with an evil grin, and Seth made sure to fling them her way as he stripped them off. Lyndsey retrieved all of Seth’s clothes and set it next to the nurse supplies on the desk.
Marcy got down on her knees and lifted the boy’s penis, then his scrotum. Seth blushed, realizing the close-up view that the girl had. His dick was already hardening. It was ridiculous that as often as things like this had been happening, he still had no control over his erections. He wished that practice would actually give him some control, but it seemed the moment a warm hand touched his dick, it awoke with a vengeance.
“Everything looks fine to me. Just continue to go without boxers until the end of next week, and you should be able to wear them again after that. Has your brother been diligent at watching you masturbate?”
“Yes,” Seth said quietly through clenched teeth and reddened cheeks.
“Sorry, what was that?” Marcy said as she got back to her feet.
“Yes,” Seth repeated louder.
“Yes, what? I missed the question,” Clementine smiled from behind Marcy, who didn’t re-offer the question. The four girls simply stared at Seth, waiting for him to say it.
“Yes,” Seth sighed, “My brother has been good at watching me jerk off.”
“Good,” Marcy said with a smile. “Eva, do you have the thermometer? There’s a nasty bug going around, and I want to make sure Seth’s not ill.”
“Right here,” Eva said, producing a thin scientific thermometer. “Should we do a mouth or anal measurement first?”
Seth’s eyes widened as he struggled to find his words. “Let’s start with the mouth,” Marcy suggested. “Even though we have different probe tips, I don’t think our patient will want to put it in his mouth with the knowledge that it was just in his anus.”
Seth looked at Marcy and silently thanked her. Yeah, he was still going to be probed by a thermometer in his ass, but at least it wouldn’t be then going into his mouth.
Eva opened a paper package and attached a sterile probe tip to the end of the thermometer. “Lift your tongue,” she directed, and put the thermometer in.
At this point, the whole group just had to wait a moment while the thermometer got a good reading. Eva used this period to ‘accidentally’ graze her hand against Seth’s dick. The touch was so light that it barely seemed to occur, but as she waited, she did it two more times. By the time she stepped away and read the thermometer, Seth was as hard as a rock.
“Normal range,” Eva said, looking at Marcy. Then she grabbed another paper package, and replaced the probe, disposing the old one in the trash can.
Seth inhaled deeply as the girl walked behind him. He felt the probe against his backside, in a place that he didn’t even let his girlfriend touch. Now, here he was, sporting a full hard-on, allowing access to a ninth grader without even protesting.
“Is resistance normal?” Eva asked Marcy, who confirmed that it was. She followed up with, “Should I apply some lubricant?”
“That is probably for the best,” Marcy answered, and retrieved a small white tube, as well as a glove from the nurse supplies. She circled around the boy now too,
“What’s the glove for?” Seth asked quickly, fearing the worst.
“Well,” Marcy answered, “We all know that boys can be a little dirty back there, and you’re a boy.”
“I mean,” Seth said impatiently, “You’re not about to… uh… put your finger in? Right?”
“I might have to,” Marcy said as Seth felt her spread his cheeks. “You seem to be really tight. Have you ever had anything in here before?”
“NO!” Seth objected, a bit more forcefully than he intended. “Of course I never had anything in there before. I’m straight, you know.”
“Nothing gay about anal pleasure,” Lyndsey said, as her and Clementine also walked around the boy.
Great, thought Seth,
now all four girls are looking at my asshole. Whenever he thought he’d been embarrassed to the max, he learned there were new ways it could get worse.
“So tight,” Clementine said, and rubbed a finger over the boy’s sphincter without warning. This unexpected sensation caused Seth to clench hard, momentarily trapping Clementine’s finger between the teenage jock’s firm glutes.
“Clem!” Marcy shouted, “You need to be wearing gloves!”
“Oh yeah,” Clementine said as she approached the desk, grabbing the whole box of gloves and bringing them with her.
“This might be a little cold,” Marcy warned as she began applying some lubrication to the surface of Seth’s hole. It was cold, and his body flexed a bit when her finger first made contact. After a moment, Seth felt pressure, as Marcy’s finger began to penetrate him slightly.
“Relax and let it happen,” she whispered seductively, pushing a little bit further before withdrawing a bit.
The sensation felt weird for Seth. He’d expected it to hurt, but it didn’t, really. It wasn’t pleasurable by any means, but he wasn’t in pain. It felt like he was taking a big dump, but what made it extra surreal was that his dick was as hard as ever. He had hardly ever had the experience of a hard dick when sat on the toilet.
“Can I try?” Lyndsey asked, and Seth clenched his teeth when she said, “Of course. We should all take a turn. Seth needs to be loosened up anyway.”
Seth wanted to protest so badly, but he remembered Mrs. Masters’ warning from yesterday. He would just have to accept whatever the club had planned for him. It could only get so bad, right?
Lyndsey went even deeper than Marcy, and a little faster too. Seth grunted as the girl wiggled her finger around a little bit, inadvertently hitting a spot that sent chills down Seth’s spine. When she touched it, it felt briefly like time stopped. His mouth dropped open, his dick gave a violent twitch, and pre-cum immediately appeared on his tip, which was now straining to escape from his foreskin.
“Why did he go rigid like that?” Lyndsey asked, though she was already pulling her finger out.
“You must have found his prostate!” Eva exclaimed, pulling on her own pair of gloves. “I’ll see if I can find it.”
After entering the boy even faster than both Marcy and Lyndsey, and causing Seth to gasp in alarm, Eva began wiggling her finger, looking for the special spot. It took her quite a while, but she knew exactly when she’d found it. Seth went rigid again, confused by the feeling. A string of pre-cum now hung from his dick, though the girls couldn’t see it from their current position.
“Cool,” Eva said after poking the spot three more times and watching Seth’s reaction replicate.
Seth was glad that there was only one girl left to enter him, and then he could finally have his temperature taken. He was a little concerned that it was Clementine though, and just to make it worse, he heard whispering behind him, and then Marcy say quietly, “You’re right, that would be helpful.”
“What would be–“ Seth began to ask, but then felt the familiar feeling at his entrance. It only took a second before he realized something was different. “Why does it… it… hurt?” Seth panted, with his face screwed up. There was so much pressure back there. Why?
“You’ll be okay,” Marcy reassured the boy. “Clementine is just making sure that you’ll be loose enough for the thermometer. She put two fingers in.”
“Ugh,” Seth began in pain, but then it turned to a moan. Unlike Eva, Clementine seemed to know exactly where to find the boy’s prostate. But instead of poking at it, he felt a more constant and unrelenting sensation.
“Are you ticklish?” Clementine teased, as both of her fingers rubbed against the boy nugget. “Tickle, tickle.”
“Ahhh,” was all Seth could get out. His eyes closed unvoluntarily and his tongue fell out of his open mouth. His cock looked like it was doing the newest TikTok dance, except it had a stream of pre-cum that had literally reached the floor. To top it off, Seth’s knees were weak and he felt like he was about to collapse.
Finally, Clementine pulled out and the thermometer entered the boy. Compared to their fingers, Seth hardly felt the probe. He realized they could have easily inserted it without resorting to fingering him. As the thermometer captured its reading, Seth took the time to try and cut off the stream of precum. Unfortunately, that just ended up with him having a very sticky hand on which there was nothing he could wipe.
“Hmmm… normal range as well,” Marcy finally concluded, “But I want to make sure you stay healthy, so I’m going to administer some vitamins.”
The vitamins were two small blue pills. Seth wasn’t completely stupid. He figured out what they were pretty quickly. But a simple look from the girls told him he was to take them… or else. With four sets of eyes watching, he swallowed them down without water.
The rest of the lunch period was fairly repetitive compared to the previous sessions. Marcy checked the boy’s shoulders for soreness, but it had dissipated. Lyndsey reassessed Seth’s ankle, but it was also fine now.
Seth looked at the clock, glad to only have ten minutes left. He’d soon be allowed to cum, and then be free until Thursday. Except that Marcy had one more request.
“A urine sample?” Seth clarified. “You need my piss?”
“The science club can learn a lot about your health from a urine sample, and that will help us tailor your treatment.”
“Fine, give me the cup,” Seth demanded. He just wanted to get this stupid lunch period over with. The cup was bigger than he expected, and Marcy explained that it wasn’t healthy for the boy to have to cut off his stream. Since the group couldn’t go to the washroom with Seth still naked, Marcy explained that they would simply extract a sample from the cup later, using a syringe.
Seth filled the cup and it was set on the desk next to the nurse supplies bin. Seth glanced at the clock. He had seven minutes to cum and dress. He could definitely work with that. He began to pump his dick, closing his eyes, and surprisingly thinking of the feeling of his prostate being touched. The fingering hadn’t been fun, but that part had felt so good.
Clementine watched the clock, knowing it was just about her moment to shine. Phase two began today, and she had come early to set the clock five minutes ahead. Right on cue, the bell rang.
Seth’s eyes flew open as he looked at the clock. Why had the bell rang early? No. This wasn’t happening. He darted towards his clothes but Marcy stepped in the way, commanding him to finish.
“I can’t!” Seth shouted. “Not before the next class gets here… Please.”
“Let him go, just this once,” Clementine said, and Seth felt a wave of relief. He didn’t care why she was being nice, he was just so grateful. But then, something happened behind Marcy, and Clementine said, “oops!”
It took only five seconds for Seth to put together what happened. His urine had been spilled, and not just a little. His white socks and t-shirt were now dripping in yellow piss. His blue jeans, dark and foul-smelling.
Seth felt like the world was crashing down around him. He was naked, with no clothes, and any moment that door was going to open and a twelfth-grade advanced bio class was going to enter.
“It was a mistake!” Clementine fake-whined. “I’m so sorry, Seth. I’m such a klutz!”
Lyndsey grabbed the clothes and quickly used them to soak up the extra piss. She then grabbed a garbage bag and put them all in, but tossed Seth his cell phone, which was also damp and smelled like urine. Eva then tucked the nurse supply bin under the teacher’s desk. Lyndsey held the garbage bag of soiled clothing up for the group to see.
“I’ll bring these to the home ec class to wash. Seth, I should be able to get them back to you by the end of the day.”
“What am I supposed to do until then!?” Seth asked in desperation, as noise started to permeate from the hallway.
“Well, I would hide,” Clementine suggested, now without any ounce of concern in her voice. Seth followed her gaze. She was looking at the small closet-like room in the corner where the club stored their patient bed.
Without hesitation, Seth ran toward the room, just barely closing the door behind him as he heard the classroom door open.
Part 16 - The Assistant
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Author note: And we finally move onto phase two.
But many questions are still unanswered. What exactly is phase two? Who is this Mrs. Bradbury that Mrs. Masters spoke to? Where has Justin (Joseph's bully) gone, and has he drawn up a revenge plan yet on Seth? And how the hell is Seth going to get out of his current situation?
Stay tuned